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Post by Wolfmist on Aug 9, 2014 23:26:35 GMT -6
[Falconwing. Crimsonsky. either one of you may post first, but whoever doesn't, i'd like you to wait for a bit. then the first poster will tell wolf someone else is there to see her, and then leave and tag the other person. sorry if this was confusing :3 permission granted.]
Wolfmist settled into his nest, dark, warm moss rustling under her warm body. She gave her gray tabby fur a few licks, then wrapped her tail around herself. She gave Lionsmoke beside her a quick lick, glancing at the entrance. It was dark outside, the stars cold and bright. She gave a smile, shivering when a a cool breeze blew in. She rested her head on her paws, closing her deep blue eyes and drifting into darkness. ☆ ☆ ☆ The female woke up, soft darkness wrapping around her. Something rose into a peak, mountains, darker against the dark sky. She looked around herself, eyes widening as she recognized IceClan territory. But she had been sure she had been sleeping. After all, she had woken up in the middle of her Clan's territory. She knew she hadn't fallen asleep in the territory, that was for sure. So then how did she wake up there?
She shook her head to clear her thoughts, starting back towards camp. Gray ears twitched when she heard rustling in the bushes nearby, causing her to whirl around. Her blue eyes narrowed as a shape began to take form, a cat. She took a step back, confused and, admittedly, a bit frightened. She flattened her ears to her skull, frowning. "Hello?" She called out.
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Post by Falconwing on Aug 11, 2014 16:30:04 GMT -6
Cloudclan spirits were named quite well. A misty like substance wreathed around Falconwing. Usually, he seemed to appear mystical when he entered someone's dream, which he had done a few times. The tom decided he was overdo on a visit to a special friend. A smile overtook his face when he saw Wolfmist's overly familiar coat. It had been so long since he had seen her. Yet, it felt like yesterday when they ran into the territory, confessions on the tip of their tongues. Though, nothing was said, they both understood what they wanted to say. He kept the memory close to him, tucked inside his heart.
"I haven't seen you look this small since we were apprentices," Falconwing's body finally took shape. He shook his pelt, tilting his head to the side, examining the crouching she-cat. She did remember him, right? His smile faltered as the thought ran through his mind. what if she didn't remember him? But how could she forget Falconwing? He willed it to not be true as he stared at the silver tabby, feeling uneasy.
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Post by Wolfmist on Aug 11, 2014 16:44:15 GMT -6
Wolfmist peered into the night laden landscape, waiting for the feline to come out from wherever they were hiding. "I haven't seen you look this small since we were apprentices." The voice, she recognized it. She could never forget that voice. I'm probably just hearing things now, she thought with distaste. A cat was coming towards her now, clearly bigger, with a striped tabby pelt and strong shoulders and legs. Blue orbs widened. Her thoughts had been true. Falconwing. But still, she was getting old and it was dark. She couldn't be certain if she wasn't seeing things.
But as he came closer and stopped before her, she couldn't help herself. She thrust her body at him, a grin cracking across her face. I must be him, she thought, burying her face in his shoulder. "Falconwing? Is-is it really you?" She asked, pulling away to look at those blue eyes. A single tear slipped down her face, but she managed to hold the rest back.
The last day they had had together came to mind. What he had said, about the waves of a pond. It had stuck with her for this long, and she couldn't get it out of her head. She didn't want to. The female tilted her head, confused. "But-but I thought you were…" she trailed off, not managing to say the word. Maybe he hadn't really ever died. Maybe he had escaped and had been trying to find his way back—to her, to Skyfire, to his friends. But no. She could see the starry glimmers as his body fully took shape, and her heart sunk. "This… I'm dreaming aren't I?" She asked, looking up at him.
"Your visiting me from CloudClan, aren't you?" The thought that her best friend would come back to visit her, that he'd remember her, filled her with joy and she forgot her sadness. She wished he was there, real, alive, breathing, but that wouldn't happen. So the thought of him being happy in CloudClan was the second best thing, as well as him coming to visit her.
She stood on her toes, giving his cheek an affectionate lick. "I've missed you so much, Falconwing. So much it-it hurts." She said, blinking back tears from her wide eyes.
[the feels <\3]
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Post by Falconwing on Aug 11, 2014 17:07:23 GMT -6
[holy crap dude, i can't compete with the length]
"I AM dead, Wolfmist. I was finally able to connect with you, so yes, in a way, you are dreaming. But, I assure you, I'm real," Wolfmist licked the tom, sending some sort of spark through his entire body. It felt wonderful to be able to touch the living and interact with them. Falconwing was so lonely in Cloudclan, unable to do much of anything. He didn't know if Wolfmist still felt something for him or not. It wouldn't be wise to try and hold some sort of relationship with her, anyways. There was a fine line between the dead and alive.
"I've missed you, too. I don't think you understand how lonely it really is in Cloudclan," he softly responded, tilting his head slightly as he rubbed his cheek against the top of Wolfmist's head. He missed the interactions and all the little things as he felt the warmth radiate off of her.
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Post by Wolfmist on Aug 11, 2014 17:29:31 GMT -6
Wolfmist sucked in a breath, nodding. When she had licked him, his fur had tasted like nothing. In so many ways she could understand how that was true, how he was dead. But she didn't want too. She wanted to believe he was alive and breathing and warm, the warmth that only living things had. No, she didn't just want to believe, she wanted it to be true. She wanted to have him next to her in the Warrior's Den again, to be able to rest her head on his. Hell, she wouldn't even mind the drama if he could just come back.
"I-" she broke off, her voice cracking, unable to hold the tears back anymore. They rolled from her eyes in big, fat drops, bouncing off the ground from her chin. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She meowed softly, her voice wavering and thick. Her throat felt dry and her tongue covered in dust. She buried her muzzle into his fur once more, wetting it with her tears. "I'm so sorry," she repeated over and over, her voice muffled by his fur, until the tears had subsided.
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She stepped back, the fur on her face clumped and wet. Her eyes flicked towards her paws, ear tips growing warm. "I'm, ah, sorry about that." She meowed, a dry chuckle escaping her maw. She looked back at him, giving him a small, embarrassed smile. "I just haven't seen you for so long—and now your—your—" she broke off, shaking her head. She didn't want to start crying again. "Anyways, it's… its a bit of a shock." Her voice was quiet. "But you must know that I'm so glad you came to see me. It's been hard." She said.
She raised her eyes to his once more. "Lonely? Is it? It seems as if it wouldn't be lonely—you could be with cats again. You can rest and run and hunt with them—can you hunt in CloudClan—it must not be lonely." She meowed, slightly confused. Perhaps it was lonely, but she didn't want Falconwing to feel that way. She didn't want him to be alone and… well, dead.
She pressed up against his side, licking his shoulder once. "Would you like to walk?" She asked. When Wolfmist had daydreamed of seeing Falconwing again, as she had often, she had thought it might be awkward. But it wasn't. It was just as it had been before he had left for the games, when they had been best friends. She leaned her body weight on him, a small sign escaping her maw. "I'm sure we have a lot to catch up on," she started, "or do you—can you—watch over us from CloudClan?" She turned her face up towards him, curious and hopeful.
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